Just write on my tombstone, Lord if I get a tombstone / Or maybe just a honky-tonk wall / That he was crazy for ladies, Lord, and guitars and babies / And a damned old fool for the waltz.
I have not made a “living” at this stuff I do. I made a few bucks when I was a country western singer (which is basically what I’ve always been) and I got paid for a few readings. I sold a few books. Traded them for a meal, a beer, a kiss, a smile, a song, a place to lay down, a poem, some friendly time with a lady, and now and then even a few bucks.